No Memory

Hey yo, I gotta lot of ex-best friends

gotta lotta people that I care about

that be gone with the wind...

when that luggage is lost, I just leave it

i never check a bag

carry one backpack

stow it in the overhead

If my plane goes down and then I'm dead,

let my baggage mix with the bodyparts

and don't retrieve it

But if we land, and then

I step up in the aisle

I'll take my bag down

put it on my back and smile

Cuz I handle the weight

I savor chaos

There ain't no security gate or X-ray

that could analyze , penetrate,

break down my layers

I'm coated in lead, complicated like Eraserhead

Face these situations with patience

but not complacence

slowly creep ahead

stalk back to East Lake

walk in my bedroom

drop the bag

contemplate the contents:

an old shirt, man

that's my dead goldfish...

hmmm...

[music fades to Japanese dialogue]